Prologue:
I was a street kid, spending my life on the streets of New York. My old adopted parent's home was empty now. They had moved to Japan without me. They hated me anyway. I could survive on the streets. I was Roxanna. People called me Roxy, though. But ask any guard, police officer or soldier and they would say, "Roxy? Oh! You mean the menace to society? That seventeen-year-old girl with brown hair and grey eyes, yeah, I know her. I've been told I have to kill her,"
Now you understand why I was on the run.
